Excerpt ~ Lake of Sorrow

Unedited Excerpt of THE LAKE OF SORROWS

By Sarah McNeal

New Concepts Publishing

Http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/thelakeofsorrows.htm

When Emma stopped pacing, she stood in front of Hawk with her hands on her hips and anger in her voice. “Did you bring me all the way out here just to tell me this and try to manipulate me into going along?”

“Well, sort of. Yeah.” He felt confused. “What are you sounding so mad about?”

“You and your friends planned to get me out here just so you could talk me into going on some hike up a bunch of really high mountains. During this whole horse-riding thing, you've just been pretending you wanted to show me a good time. Oh God, you made love to me. Was all that just a way to get me to agree to this scheme?” she said angrily,

He saw the hurt in her eyes. “That's not the only reason I brought you out here, Emma, darlin'.” Hawk stood up and took her in his arms. “I wanted to have some time with you alone.” He hated the look of distrust in her eyes. How could he reassure her? Didn't she know how he felt, how he had always felt? He brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her, first tenderly, then with increasingly deeper intensity.

He could feel her succumb to his kiss. She melted in his arms as he took her to the ground. She returned every kiss with passion and deepening excitement. He pulled up her borrowed shirt and caressed her bare breasts. Her breath quickened as his thumbs teased her nipples into hard stalks throbbing with increasing anticipation for what would come next--and he was definitely ready to give her what she wanted.

“God, how I want you,” Hawk said softly as his breath caressed her left nipple just before he plunged it into his mouth and began to suckle it in earnest.

Hawk felt the quickening of her body as she responded to his attentions. A growing need was building in him to take her once again to that place above the stars. He felt his cock grow rigid and throb almost painfully against the constraints of his leather pants.

He moved his mouth up to her lips and took possession of them while his right hand made its way under her pants to search for and then find the sensitive nubbin that ached with wanting for his touch. She was warm and moist, readying her body for him. His hand began to move back and forth, catching her on the movement of its ebb and flow with unbearable excitement. “Let me, Emma,” he whispered. “Let me take you to the stars.” He groaned with pleasure when she touched him.

Her hands parted his white shirt and caressed the auburn dusting of hair on his chest. Her hands moved downward under his clothing and loosened his trousers to set his manhood free. Swollen with yearning for that sweet place inside her, it slapped against his hard belly, announcing like a rising flag his desire for her.

Out of nowhere Emma changed from heated woman submitting to the spell he was weaving, to a spitfire hellion. She balled up her fist and punched him as hard as she could in his side. “Get off me, you big oaf.”

Hawk rolled over with a groan, and got up. With leaves dangling from his hair and conflicting feelings of anger and desire running through him he demanded, “What the hell was that for?”

Emma shook the leaves from her cloak and hair. “The next time you want me to help you with something just ask. Don't pretend you want to make love to me. No more of your under-handed tricks, mister.” She turned crisply and marched toward Gardenia.

Hawk called after her as he followed a short distance behind, “So, does that mean that you'll say ‘yes' if I asked you to make love with me without any other pressing business to take care of?”

“Right now I wouldn't have sex with you if you were the last man on earth in this time or our own,” she said as she mounted her horse without his help.

“Okay.” Hawk mounted Noratuke and ran his hand through his hair to rake out the leaves. “There's hope then.”

“Not if my life depended on it.” She pulled on the reins, heading Gardenia back toward the meadow.

“Well, it just might some day,” he said under his breath. God, she was endearing even when she was pissed off at him.

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